Intervals in Time

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Author's Note: I got bored and I just opened up the dictionary and pointed to random words.

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"You're a good man."

"Clearly you haven't been talking to anyone else on this boat."-Saffron and Mal(Firefly)

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Scarf

Sasuke turned and looked at Naruto, a single dark eyebrow raised. The blonde had recently gotten a new scarf from Sakura for Christmas and (Sasuke was unable to believe this) it had pom-poms at the ends of it. Naruto spun in half-circles, letting the pom-poms tap him in the temples.

But of course, Naruto being Naruto, got dizzy after doing this for a good half-hour. Sasuke sighed and walked over to the blonde who was stumbling slightly, and seized a fistful of the infernal scarf and pulling Naruto into a kiss.

Familiarity

Naruto grinned at Sasuke, who, for some reason that neither could explain, always woke late on Sundays. The ebony hair was in disarray and Sasuke let his forehead fall on the kitchen table gently. Ten thirty was too early to wake up for a Sunday morning. Naruto chuckled set down both their breakfast, his cooking finally having progressed to the point where he could make scrambled eggs.

Sasuke looked sideways at the blonde the "manly" orange-spotted apron and let a smile quirk at his lips. The sight was so familiar and that much better to wake up to.

Wet

When Naruto came to Sasuke's door at 3AM, the brunette simply looked the blonde over. The golden locks were slightly darker and stuck to his face, water droplets running down his whiskered cheeks. Sasuke sighed, and moved aside, opening the door wider to let him through before digging through his closet, finding a black T-shirt, a pair of old, grey sweats and a towel, tossing them all at Naruto and going into the kitchen to make his dobe some ramen.

Nestle

Few people wondered why Naruto constantly wore a jacket, constantly wore long pants and out of the few that did, only one knew why for sure. Naruto got cold easily, far easier than most people. He didn't have a working heater in his house and his closet was stocked full of threadbare blankets that were always in a disarray.

Sasuke knew every piece of this information, so in the winter, when the land was covered in a soft white powder, when Naruto would knock at his door or crawl to his sleeping bag, Sasuke would open up the door, or unzip his sleeping bag and the blonde would curl close to the familiar body heat that the Uchiha produced. The dawn would find them nestled close together, Naruto's nose buried in Sasuke's collarbone and Sasuke's pale arms wrapped tightly around the dobe.

Bottle

A shinobi's life was never easy. Nearly everyone knew this, but they never quite understood how bad it truly was. They never knew that there were bars that would serve drinks to thirteen year olds, their faces ragged and dark circles under the haunted eyes.

Sasuke had never much liked sake, finding it rather too strong-smelling for his nose, but after the ANBU missions, he would sometimes find the nearest bar and nurse a cup or two. That changed when Naruto, the ever sober optimist, would grab him by the back of his collar when he turned in the direction of a bar and would make them both go on a walk under the stars.

Sasuke had grown used to it, had outgrown the taste of sake and the musty smell of the bars. And yet, on their four year anniversary, when Sasuke got home, he found a bottle of sake sitting on the table with an orange bow tied around it.